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The housewardens in the car with their lover who drives like a maniac in a highway.

Summary: Blame your parents for teaching you some highways were meant to have no speed limits. But atleast they still warned you to drive a bit more slowly incase. You overtake cars perfectly, React to fast cars trying to overtake you, and most of all, focusing on your boyfriend trying to hold on something.

Ft. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Gn!Reader [Seperate]

Established relationship for all, Leona and Malleus doesnt give a hell about what could happen to them, and Azul becoming Rollo (praying.) And salty Vil alert. The template isnt like the sleeping on their shoulder template, it's different this time ✨

A/n: I just thought of this random idea and said "hey, I should do it."

Taglist: @frootloopscos

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Riddle Rosehearts

He would be absolutely horrified with the way you drive.

It all started with you driving because he's 17, he can't drive. AND HIS MOTHER NEVER LET HIM LEARN ANY SURVIVAL TIPS?!!!?

So he met you! Someone opposite from him. He was afraid to show you to his mother but you just hushed him and you decided to meet her right there.

So you, an 18 year old with-license student, you drive for him to home. (You both were in Queendom of Roses for a little date, so now you plan to meet his mother.)

He thought it was cool at first, like how calm you were

But the moment you reach the highway and you saw the sign of no speed limit (Or maybe just 80-85 speed sign), You tell him to "buckle up"

He already had the seatbelt on him, so what exactly did you mean by "buckle up"?

Confusions disappeared as you stepped onto the accelerator pedal.

Goodness, He did not know he fell inlove with someone that could win in a sports car race.

Riddle didn't even take you for a maniac driver, But now.. He had alot of questions to ask himself tonight.

He does scream a bit in the moments you spin the steering wheel and take an insane safe turn, holding onto the seatbelt and thinking if he's met his end.

He hasn't even said goodbye to his mom! And you're already about to kill him!

Wait- Maybe not. The highway was really long, so he knew he was in for a few minutes of screaming in terror.

One thing Riddle knew but his fears just couldn't believe is you not planning to kill him. You really don't.

Your parents just taught you something.. That he doesn't know it can even exist.

Who on the Queendom of Roses would put a law that allows NO speed limits???

Most of all, Who let you cook (drive)

You just unlocked a new side of Riddle. You have never heard or seen him this chaotic and horrified.

You never heard him scream like Arataki Itto horrified scream but Riddle voice and tone edition.

The moment you stop the car, as you both were in the destination, Riddle flops out of the car and throws up. (Literally.)

Riddle struggles to open the door, only to see the door still locked. He unlocks the door, kicking it open as he fell out of the car, kneeling on the ground and throwing up. You look at him and immediately open your door, rushing to him. "You okay??" You ask. He only looks at you with a glare before feeling another wave of vomit in his throat. "Ah.." You realize and sigh.

He couldn't even tell you to stop in his usual scolding voice, he was speechless from the way you were driving with just one single sign.

You have officially silenced the silencer.

You look at Riddle, Laughing awkwardly and apologizing softly, your hand placed at the back of your head. "Whoopsie.."

Maybe next time when your boyfriend is in the car, you should slow down.

Yep, His mother was definitely wondering why his son has been in the bathroom throwing up.

But spoiler alert: You didn't share alot information about yourself to his mom while he was in the bathroom, you just told (lie to.) her you watch over Riddle with his unseasoned foods, make sure he reads 100 pages an hour.

She loves you! :D Riddle does too but he felt like you just betrayed him.

You speak with Riddle's mom. Well.. She doesn't seem half bad. You made excuses that you can't really eat too much sweets, or too much blanded or too much seasoned food. She was a bit disappointed, but understood your condition soon. Riddle finally exits the bathroom, coughing. Oh dear, He looks sick as heck. You look at him.

You give him another awkward apologetic smile. Riddle's mom looks at him. "What happened to you, Riddle?" Riddle looks at you, pouty. You nearly let out a laugh, but you hold it in. Save that for later. "Just.. A bit.. Sick-" You sigh. "He may have gotten car sickness when we were on our way, Is he not used to cars?" You ask. Good excuse, But Riddle sits beside you, glaring daggers at you. Oh boy, Get ready for his soft scoldings later..

Leona Kingscholar

This man was probably already asleep when you both enter the car.

You both definitely fought for the driving seat in your own car.

So when you won, He just decided to take shotgun.

Literally 3 minutes in driving, Focusing on the road, You already hear snoring.

If you stop at a red light and look beside you, You were right. He was sleeping.

You sigh. How fast can this man fall asleep? Dang it, You feel envy that he gets to sleep while you're here driving.

Eventually, You get over it anyways.

While you drive, You had pillows at the back seats of the car. You were aware of Leona falling asleep as quick as that. And to be a good lover (and leona to call you a goo- AHEM)

You got him around 2-3 pillows just at the back seat.

You stop at another red light, that's the chance you have to get 1 pillow and wake the heck out of him.

You stop at a red light, Just one minute.. You turn to the pillows and swiftly grab one, looking at Leona before smacking him awake with the pillow. "LEONA!!" You yell out. "Ow- What the hell do you want? I was tryna sleep here." He scratches his head. "I got you a pillow. If you want another one just get another right over here." You point at the back seat. "Ohh, There's pillows.. Cool." Leona puts on his shoulder, leaning the side of his head on the pillow.

Oh, He thinks he can finally sleep peacefully? No, Don't think so. Because you just caught the most glamorous sign ever.

No. Speed. Limit.

Forget being envious. You smile deviously, finally. The moment you've been longing to do again.

You crack your knuckles, setting both hands on the steering wheel as you feet press against the accelerator pedal.

Well that definitely caused Leona to wake up.

Leona would definitely be half-asleep and realize what's happening when you drive over a bump that the roof of the car literally smacked him on the head.

His fault for being built tall.

But its also not his fault, he literally flew up from the force of the car against the bump. Lucky him he had the seatbelt or he would've flew out of the car. (cough school bus graveyard refere-)

He never drove like a maniac. Not like you. He acts like a maniac at some times but when it comes to driving? No. Never. He is.. Different when he's driving.

So he just grabs anything to hold him still and watches you overtake all those cars like god laws don't matter.

They really don't. There was a literal sign that made you feel the adrenaline rush.

The moment you pull on the breaks, panting even if you weren't even moving once. Well, The whole entire time you weren't breathing. You just held your breath.

Leona would praise you even if he was literally about to have a heart attack awhile ago..Definitely not from fear of dying, he just felt his whole body jolt every rocky turns.

You pull on the break as you both nearly jerk forward, You almost did, but your hands against the wheel surely helped you prevent it from happening. Leona didn't even flinch. He wasn't even holding on anything! You pant. "Why the hell are you panting as if you ran the whole time? Did your soul run while some other demon possessed you to drive?"

Leona asks. "...I didn't breath the entire time." You admit. "Damn. Well, I should say. You really impressed me with your driving skills." He smirks. "Really now, Why were you jumping like a cat back there?" You laugh. "Is that seriously what you have to say after what I said?" "Yep."

Azul Ashengrotto

Become catholic and pray. That's his only plan.

If he can't stop your crazy mind. Then he will just beg the Lord above to let him live.

Gosh, He fell inlove with someone with such a crazy mind. He loves it, but he wasn't expecting your craziness to go on this level.

Please tell him this is the last level of your.. Intrusive thoughts. He will start crying.

Nope, It's not your last level. It's probably near the last, but it's not all! :)

He obviously doesn't know how to drive, And also, He's 17. He could go to driving school, but who even wants to do that, He's not lazy, Just busy handling jobs.

listen. it all started with..

You both decided the best place to have a night date was driving in Shaftlands. Yeah.. A good place! You know just the right sparkling beach!

So that means.. Entering your car and watching you drive like he's never seen these things! (He probably never even did once.)

You tell Azul to wear a seatbelt, guiding him before you drive off.

Butterflies in his stomach, Your honor.

He feels the butterflies in his stomach as you helped him put on a seatbelt, and closed the door for him.

Azul definitely watches you instead of the view in shaftlands. The way you are such a professional in these things!

It wasn't too dark, and there weren't alot of people. As expected of Shaftlanders, They'd be asleep at this time.

You can't see too clearly, but you definitely see a sign in the distance.

You ask Azul to help you look at the sign, And he fixes his glasses to look. The moment he describes the sign in the distance. You finished the sentence, and when he said yes. There goes the loose dog..

You see a sign in the far distance. You want to see it so you're aware, but you can't see from that far. You look at Azul, Who is also looking at you. "Darling, Can you see what that sign is? Describe." Azul leans closer to see better. "Uhhh.. It's colored white... It has.. Four- No. Five black stripes?" You freeze to his description. "And-" Before he continues. You finish it. "It's shaped as a circle?!" You smile. He looks at you. "Odd how you're acting to a sign, But yes..- WHAT ARE YOU DOING-" You excitedly press your feet against the pedal, driving faster like someone is about to die within 5 minutes and the hospital was 10 minutes away.

Watch the confidence leave his body and let out screams of horror.

In a swift movement, He claps his hands together, rapping out random prayers he heard from Rollo. He doesn't know what to do.

Is he gonna die!?!?!?!?!!?

No, But he has doubts. So.. Definitely, he would pray all the prayers he heard from Rollo and when he has nothing else to pray, he looks at you.

You know adrenaline is taking control of you, It's just something you learned ever since your parents taught you how to drive.

You would comfort Azul though! By leaving one hand on the cup holders that Azul is intensely holding onto.

You would hold his hand and grip it tightly while you swerve every few cars, and take a.. Not-too-rough turn.

By fear because boy doesn't know what you are capable of, He ends up accepting his fate and crying :((

Right on timing, you take a turn to the beach and stop at a parking lot.

Look at your side, and you're gonna see Azul staring into nothing infront of him and tears slowly falling. Miserably suffering someone save this boy 😞

You stop at a parking lot. "Well- That was fun." You whisper, looking at your side and seeing Azul tear up while miserably looking at nothing. You quickly remove your seatbelt and get off the car, rushing to the other side to open the door and laugh. "Nooo- I'm sorry!" You hold him by his shoulders and hug him tightly. "You- I thought we were gonna die." Azul whispers. "Noo..- I'm sorry I scared you!-"

You pat him softly. Azul clears his throat. struggling to take his seatbelt off. "Oh- Let me help you with that.." You lean closer to him, clicking the button and taking it off, you move up to his face, giving his lips a little peck. "Mwa. Are you still scared? Do you want me to carry yo-" "NO!" Azul yells. No, He still does not want to be seen as vulnerable. Not to you. "Alright alright. Sorry~ But still- Are you sure you don-" "No." "Mkay."

Kalim Al-Asim

He would definitely also love the feeling. It's like the feeling of his carpet, but land version!

I bet while the two of you cheer on the no limit sign, He just starts to sing 'a whole new world' /ref

I swear this guy has the same energy as you when it comes to the most dangerous things ever.

The fact that you also had the guts to lie to Jamil that you're the one who'll take care of Kalim's safety but here you both are, literally shouting song lyrics while driving.

You're an ambivert, but around him that's when you can act energetic. Gotta match your boyfriend's vibe. <3

A little date wasn't a bad idea at all. Kalim said he knew the perfect dating spot.

A hill with pretty flowers.

It took about minutes to convince Jamil to be left behind, but there, you handled it!

You open the door for Kalim, Bowing and gesturing him to continue on.

You both are in the car, Yk, Chill and stuff, He talks about his day with Jamil and the rest of the second years (because you're a third year.)

And just for the fun of it, he would def ask you to tell him about third years

So you do tell him.

But while you were telling him, You see the most majestic sign ever

You even had to point it out to Kalim which in surprise, he knew what it was.

You listen to Kalim's rambles. Even if you aren't focused on him, You still have ears for him and respond to him. "Then- Azul went in and started chasing Jamil!!" "And why was he chasing Jamil?" You ask. "Well- It's just what they do nowadays... I don't know why-" Kalim sighs. "Wait! Can you tell me all about your day?!" You chuckle. "Alright. So There was this one hour when Idia was walking, not knowing Leona was on the floor sleeping. So guess who stumbled because of him and got trampled by the gu- Oh my Goodness." You look at the sign. You point at it to Kalim. "OH MY GOODNESS!! DO IT DO IT DO IT PLEEEAASE!!" Kalim begs, and you let out a devious laugh.

Brrrrrrrr and there the car goes, driving like there's no tomorrow 🎉

Kalim is already screaming in happiness, and you're just imagining you're in a race.

You're literally just driving, and what he does is be happy about it.

hey, He's done this kind of thing with you when you were on his carpet, so it's fair that you do this too!

He knows cars are hard to control, but you? Man, He trusts you.

He trusts you with his life, His hope and his dreams.

You can absolutely do anything that's off other people, because he have the same energy as you when you do it.

When you're driving, You will hear someone singing 'a whole new world.'

It's your boyfriend singing it, it won't hurt to join, in fact, It will raise Kalim's energy.

So you do sing along, if any people are around they'll get a free concert of two insane minded couple.

So by the time you both reach your destination, You both get out of the car and laugh with each other.

Taking both of your hands in his, and jumping up and down in total joy.

You definitely realize that oh, you gotta hide this all from Jamil. And Kalim, Who's often a blabbermouth, he could tell Jamil..

So you tell him anyways in hope that he would understand.

As you two stop jumping around, you remove one hand from his but kept one hand still. You laugh with Kalim, Talking about how fun it was. "Oh yeah, Kalim, Don't tell Jamil about what I did." "Why??" Kalim asks. "Because if you tell him, then this will never happen again in our dates. This technically puts your life at the worse so I wouldn't want him finding out.." You awkwardly laugh. "Hm. Okay!" Kalim jumps around.

Huh, Well that was easy. You drag Kalim, You both running up at hill and your eyes catching the flowers from afar. "There it is!" You shout, pointing at it. "Hehe- Sooo [Name], Can you please continue your story with the third years??!!" "Maybe- But later when we're relaxed."

Vil Schoenheit

Surprised, Speechless, but scold-y in the end. S existing.

I hc he does know how to drive, but a bit, but also not??

He's in between. Probs because he always has other people drive for him

Like bodyguards or stuff, But this time was really a change.

You? Drive for him?

Oh his life cannot get any better. He allows you to drive for him, in shaftlands to meet up with his father.

You, his lover, is absolutely reckless in most things.

But despite that, You seem to be pretty great in talking with adults.

Behind that reckless mask, is someone who is loved by most adults.

He hasn't met your parents yet, But they've heard about you dating a literal STAR.

Hey, you pick the hook, and you got it.

You don't love Vil for his fame, honestly, You just love him because you found your sparks in him.

That's why Vil loves you too, For his sparks in you and your loyalty towards him.

So you enter the car with Vil. Make sure he's all good, And stuff before you start the engine and drive off.

You're so good in driving, you even know how to turn when an ambulance comes up in the distance.

It's simple stuff, The ambulance stays in the middle while the rest of the cars move to the side.

Vil is your GPS, But you don't even need his guide. You just need him to say the exact address and you'll be on your way.

It's something else he's impressed of. You know so much about Shaftlands and driving.

And then you both get stuck in traffic.

You both just want to go to a road that's mostly empty, Why is it taking so long.

You're aware that Vil likes to be early or right on timing with things. So you tell Vil you both are gonna make it if you pitch in your speed in the limit with the time remaining.

That's quite impressive right Vil??

When the light turns green, you quickly take a turn to a highway and a few cars were only there.

You drive slowly, and when you see the no limit speed sign your world rises up to heaven. No... limit speed?!!!?

Right on timing, Vil mentions you both are gonna be late soon.

Who said that?? Not you.

You drive into a highway, immediately catching the no limit speed sign and gasping. But Vil cuts you back to reality. "[Name]! We're gonna be late!" Vil yells, looking at his phone and showing you the time. You look at the road, then to him before smirking devilishly, getting an idea. "I don't think so." You laugh, And Vil looks at you confused with your response to him. "Huh? What do you- AAAAAHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING--"

There goes the wolf. Getting out of the sheep's clothing.

Vil is gonna have a crisis after this 😭

When you start speeding up and overtaking any cars that get in your way, You know you both are gonna make it.

Just keep hold Vil you're gonna rescue his perfection in time management.

He needs to keep hold both physically and mentally, How is he still not dead with your driving??

You're literally driving like a parent when their kid is late to school.

Maybe that's gonna be you in the future, but goodness, How does this not worry you?!

First of all, He didn't know you knew how to drive and if you had a car, second, He didn't even know you were capable of driving like this!

It's like some crazy spirit went on to possess you in order to scare Vil.

Every turns, Every overtaking, It was impressive of how you managed to do all those without death waiting for you both.

When you finally stop the car, you check the time with your watch and look who's 5 minutes early.

You let out a huff, and you look to the side to see Vil's hair a total mess.

You can tell he is PISSED at you. Not really too mad but his hair is a mess.

The car slows down as you stopped the car, inhaling and exhaling a huff. You laugh at the fun before looking to your side, seeing an angry Vil pouting at you. You look at his hair before laughing out loud. "No laughing! It's your fault!" He crosses his arms. You wipe your tear with a finger. "HAHAHA- oh my- I'm sorry!-" You chuckle. "You should be! My beautiful hair is ruined.." "Here let me fix it for you.." You lean in closer and tuck a few strands at the back of his ear. Vil stares at you, Feeling butterflies in his stomach.

"You- Do this later! Let's hurry up!" Vil pushes you away and stepping out of the car, getting greeted by Eric. "Woah- Son, What happened to you?" "Don't ask." Vil combs his hair and you follow along. "Oh! Is this your lover?" You wave softly. You look at Vil and softly apologize. "Sorry Vil, We were about to arrive late-" You bow your head. "I just.. Wasn't expecting you to drive like that." "Ehehehe.. Sorry for not telling you.."

Idia Shroud

Worried. Scared. And everything else left behind.

He knows how to drive, but his parents are too worried for him to be driving.

They think he drives like you, but he doesn't.

They didn't even teach him about that, so how could he possibly do it without fearing of death?

Your parents taught you alot. About cars, people's personality when they drive, the basics and.. That.

The crazy driving. It's not really called crazy driving, It's just a desire of being in a race.

You're more of hitting the race car driver future.

Not the basic jobs, nah. You want the possible life killing one.

Something that you can feel adrenaline because apparently you're an 18 year old third year who loves adrenaline.

It started with a calm and planning trip. Just a quick night drive date. You wanted Idia to rest, so he sat and did in fact, rest.

Ortho was left behind because who wants to be a thirdwheel? Not him. And plus, He was on low-bat when you barged in Idia's room and asked him to go on a late night drive date.

But while he looks out the window, You're just.. Driving.

It's not something you complain about, No, It's just you wanting to just chill while driving, because damn do these other people overtake you.

They're definitely getting a speed ticket soon. There isn't even a sign yet.

Idia just yawns softly. A night date is nice, where are you guys gonna go? Oh, Just go drive in restaraunt, because Idia doesn't like going outside and be seen.

While you drive around, You see the no limit speed sign. Oh my goodness. You start to laugh.

Idia asks what's funny, but ends up screaming when you speed up and take 'revenge' on the cars that overtook you by overtaking them.

He definitely mixes up his words when he's scared like this, and you love it.

He's just so cute being like that,ykwim?!!!?

You drive calmly, while listening to Idia complain about the car that kept on overtaking you. You hum at every word, agreeing to it. You've never really heard Idia complain like this, so it's best if you treasure the moment and agree. You take a turn, leading to a highway. You look at the side of the road, to see a no limit sign. You laugh softly and Idia looks at you. "Wait why are you laughing? What's so funn- OHMYGOD" You press on the accelerator, speeding up and overtaking the car that overtook you. "WHAT ARE YOU- IM NOT A PASSENGER PRINCESS, I AM A PRINCESS SURVIVO- NO. A PRINCESS PASSEN-" Idia yells, holding on tightly on his seat. "I'M NOT A PASSENGER PRINCESS, I'M A PASSENGER SURVIVOR-"

Seeing him so mixed up with his words, you laugh about it.

Just keep driving until the highway ends.

Or.. When the no limit sign is gone replacing another sign.

Your speed is like. 70-80. What's so bad about that?

Very bad. Most of the cars around you are just on 65.

Around that, but all you know is Idia is not ready to die.

He hasn't even won the hardest level of a game he's playing.

He needs to finish all his games before dying. That's his only rule.

You find a parking lot near a restaraunt with a drive in.

You realize that Idia may need a few moments to calm down..

You stop at the parking lot, pulling on the breaks as Idia just slowly snaps his head to you.

He has alot of questions, for sure.

If you continue doing that in dates, He might aswell just get used to it and think it's fun, Because it reminds him of mariokart.

Bro only got scared because it was his first time seeing you drive like this.

Do you always go crazy when you see a no limit speed sign?? (sometimes he just wishes he's the sign.. LMFAO.)

You pull on the breaks, taking a deep breath. "Woo! Well- That was-" You turn to look at Idia, Who slowly looks at you with a mix of disbelief and shock on his face. "I-Idia??" You call for him. "What. was. that." "What was what?.." You ask. "THAT. WHY WERE YOU DRIVING LIKE THAT?" You look away. "Wellll- We saw a no limit speed sign, did we not?" You ask. "We did! But was it necessary to drive like you're about to kill me?!"

Ah.. "Get out of your seat.. I'm driving." Idia shoos you. "But we're driving in the restaraunt drive thru, you wanna go do the speaking?" "No. Nevermind." Idia leans against the car seat. "Haha, Good answer. Now.. Uh- Sorry for doing that. I'll drive slower later." You pat Idia's hand. "You better be, I got so scared I think I just peed my pants." "Wait did you really" "No." "Oh."

Malleus Draconia

He has the same reaction as Idia, But more speechless. He doesn't even know how to react. Poor mal he doesn't even know how to drive

Are cars even a thing in briar valley? Malleus probably thinks this is a way people act while driving when it's really just you who likes doing that.

He wouldn't be scared later on, just concerned about you. Like, he's seeing most cars driving in the normal speed, while you're here probably 10-15 speed faster than them.

Ironic, but you wanted to bring Malleus to Shaftlands because of this one place you wanted to take him.

He knows you're such an expert in Shaftlands, People even call you their GPS.

You just love the vibe in there.

And plus, You both only went there to introduce Malleus to your parents.

At first they were a bit scared of him like "YOU ARE DATING A DRACONIA?!?!!?"

But then they realize Malleus was just a cinnamon roll. Loves ice cream, Loves you, loves cuddling with you.

He even apologizes to your parents at the times you got hurt in school and he was unable to save you.

Which was fine by them, because he even decided to tell them about the injuries that you cause from being reckless!

So now that they love him, They beg you to bring him sometime again.

now you feel like your own parents love your boyfriend more than they do :sob:

Your parents look at Malleus. "Well, Young man. I better see you treat our child well." Your father points at him. "Dad.." You mumble out softly. "I'm afraid I fail to do so.." Malleus bows his head apologetically. "I have seen [Name] hurt themselves just by running around and I am too slow to save them, I apologize.." Malleus looks down sadly. "Mal, It's okay.." You whisper. "That.. That is most definitely okay! Ohhh dear! It is alright! Here, Do you want ice cream? we have ice cream in the fridge!" Your mom points at the fridge and sobs softly. "Huh??? Yall never did that to me." You say.

Now that phase number 1 is done, time for phase number two: BRING HIM TO YOUR CHILDHOOD PLACE!!!

A very quiet hill with a tree that you always used to stay with your parents.

And, Your parents told Malleus goodluck. He was confused, But you knew exactly why he needed that goodluck.

So you start the engine of the car, and he's all impressed at how you know these 'mechanics' so well.

The entire time he's just been watching you, He isn't aware it's an intense gaze, but you don't mind. You've gotten used to his gaze anyways.

While the silence fills in the car, You see the sign. Malleus sees the sparkles in your eyes so he looks at what you were looking at.

He wonders why a sign could make you so astonished. So he looks back at you, who's letting go of the brake and putting both hands on the steering wheel.

Once you drive faster, he has thoughts in his head. "Are you out of your mind??? Are you okay?????"

He's scared at first, but by 30 seconds later, he starts to think that you're a complete professional in these... Antics. Or whatever he would prefer to call your skills.

Like Leona, He barely even cares about death. He just feels his guts leaving his body from the swiftness of the car.

You take a huge turn, Making his whole body jerk sideways before you slow down and pull on the breaks.

You definitely had alot of fun, Malleus sees that. He's amused of your skills, but now you remind Malleus of the place.

He can't wait to tell Lilia about this. And Sebek. Who will soon probably scold you for putting his Lord in danger.

You pull on the breaks, Jerking forward a bit as you pushed yourself back on the seat. Silence fills in the air. "[Name].. My true love.. What was that you currently did?" Malleus looks at you. "Well- It's the reason why my parents sent you goodluck." Is the only thing you answer. "That.. Was amazing." Malleus chuckles lowly. "I would like to learn the same."

"Ah.. I don't think Lilia would allow that, and Queen Maleficia.." You mumble softly. "Oh, Why is that?" "..I can't say it's illegal, but when the sign we saw isn't there, It is illegal. That's called the no limit speed sign. And my parents taught me how to race drive." You explain. "Oh, I see.." Malleus nods. Oh, How he learns new things everday. "Well, If I must, May we do this again for another date?" "Ah- Didn't expect you to like that but- Okay. We'll go here again next time."

Author's End Note: this is probs the longest thing ive ever made (Maybe the rook and leona one?? idk what's longer but their humor is so broken)

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Hey how do you think the sans AUs would act like if they had hair.

Like who would dye it , what haircut , how often would they wash it and stuff.

i’m choosing to go for ‘human au’ on this one because skeletons with hair isn’t something i want to think about for long. mind you these are my hcs and everyone is allowed to have their own interpretation of characters! this is just how i view them. i still enjoy other human designs for them tho and arent really that picky with anything really.

error’s hair by all logic should be in awful condition because of the years without caring for his hair in the anti void but his body seems to be in a sort of stasis. oh well, to hell with all logic. i love both long dreads and braids on him and i’m always unable to pick so either or, no preference. i adore both interpretations equally. definitely blue hair, at least at the ends. maybe it’s dyed, maybe the antivoid gave him blue hair, who knows. he doesn’t remember.

ink. this is heavily inspired by a design i found on tiktok (by hlebna11) that i enjoy the concept of. long thin white hair, a good bit below waist length. he’s dyed his hair plenty times before but it all seems to fade out completely after a week or two no matter what dye he uses. his hair gets in the way of a lot/is dipped in paint/gets caught on things, but he refuses to cut it. thankfully once it hit his ‘below waist length’ it stopped growing out. (edit: by inspired by, i mean exclusively the hair part, not the skin tone! i was unaware he was canonically poc, and the design mentioned shows him as white. whitewashing is a bad thing and i did not mean to support a design featuring that!!)

dream and nightmare both have long hair. dream’s is thick and wavy golden (i don’t mean blonde, i mean actually unnaturally bright gold colored), while nightmare’s is thin and straight. nightmare’s hair would be more like dream if he wasn’t ‘corrupted’, and it was more of a curly darkish purple when he was younger than pure black like it is now. his hair is also much longer than dream’s, reaching down to near hip length while dream’s hair is like. middle of ribcage length. dream puts his hair up a lot, nightmare doesn’t. for some reason, nm’s hair never gets tangled. like at all. lucky mf

cross had short hair most of his life because it was the royal guard standard, but over time at nightmare’s without those rules, he grew it out a bit. not too much, less than shoulder length, but it's still visibly longer and more full. his hair is naturally white because xgaster had a theme going on, possibly with a black underside. he’s huge on ‘keeping it natural’, as in not dying it, but nobody believes his hair is naturally those colors.

(100% inspired by crixcrocz on tiktok you have my favorite human design for killer ever) killer’s hair is about shoulder length and the cut looks like it was done in complete darkness with a chainsaw. not much else to say here. it’s uneven and always ruffled. who let him cut his own hair. he also has that ramona style ‘two strands in the front that are longer than the rest of the hair’ thing going on. he’d dye it if dyeing it didn’t require bleaching it, which he doesn’t want to put in the effort of doing.

now for dust. i am physically incapable of imagining dust in any way other than junipers-insects’ design for him?? i’m in love with it. so that’s what i forever see him as in ‘human form’. im far from picky with designs for him tho, i've seen a lot of cool ones.

classic’s got short dreads i’m sorry i don’t make the rules. i really don’t. while i love the idea of him dyeing it he’d be way too lazy to. also this ain’t about him but classic papyrus would likely have short hair with shaved sides. you know the style. he probably also has ‘cool guy’ shaved into said sides. or flames. either that or he's got cornrows. sans does his hair

geno’s got classic’s same hair because they’re the same guy, except it’s gone pure white in the save screen because he has a theme to keep up. he jokes that he’s gone grey due to stress and i wouldn't doubt it. i also like to think his hair is longer but that "wouldn't make sense" because "his body doesn't function normally when in the save screen" or whatever so SIGH i guess he has short hair (lame)

fell is similar to classic but his dreads are longer, a little bit more than shoulder length i’d say? he puts his hair up in a ponytail a lot. there's this one human design i love for him but i cannot find it which is killing me.

swap on the other hand has short curled hair. on the hair scale i’d say it’s 3a? 3b? it’s above shoulder length but it goes below his chin. he showers like twice a day so 30% of the time you see him his hair is wet. his hair is thick too so it takes forever to dry which annoys him (me fr). i like both white and black and brown hair for him so i have no preference for color between those three. he probably dyed it blue for a while for sake of color scheme but didn't like it much. i've also seen good designs for him where he's got ginger hair too.

fresh’s hair i imagine the same as his actual human design so there’s not much in that regard for him. greaser’s hair is the same as well. i don't have many thoughts for them because their hair has already been ingrained into my mind for years

horror has thin hair due to malnutrition. like it’s really not healthy at all. it used to be much fuller and shorter years ago, but time and starvation both do numbers. his hair reaches halfway down his humerus and is often knotted or tangled, he just doesn’t care much for it compared to other things.

reaper has long straight dark gray hair that goes down to his waist. geno (or rt!tori, or whoever you ship him with/hc him to be close with in general) likes to mess with it and put it in different styles. reaper lets him because it’s fun to see him so concentrated on something.

i’m so torn on lust. honestly i’ve never seen a bad hairstyle on him, he can pull off literally anything so i don’t mind what hairstyle he has nor do i have a preference. in fact, he probably switches styles all the time, so there’s no definitive one he uses the most. his hair is def dyed purple/pink/teal at the ends. he probably also uses that hair glitter spray on it

btw i am in fact white so if i messed up with any of the poc hairstyle descriptions PLS PLS PLS let me know!!!

i also don't really imagine any of them with facial hair because i don’t like facial hair i’m too lesbian for that. stubble is fine. they got arm/leg/other such hair too when applicable but i personally just do not like big ol beards/mustaches. that's just my personal preference with that one no shame in having facial hair or enjoying it it’s just not my thing ^^;

ok yeah that’s all :33

#“but theyre the same person why do you hc them to be so different” look me in my beady eyes and tell me im not allowed to have fun here #error sans #ink sans #swap sans #dream sans #lust sans #nightmare sans #bad sanses #star sanses #utmv #undertale #sans #killer sans #cross sans #dust sans #horror sans #theres so many of them #fell sans #reaper sans #geno sans #SIGH

[moodymisty]

So I'm suffering from life threatening levels of Perturabo brainrot and got a lil scenario idea stuck in my head while I was taking a shower: One of the serfs that does mundane housekeeping tasks throws all self-preservation aside when a curious little contraption Perty made catches her attention while she's tidying his quarters. It's a harmless trinket he made in his spare time, a clever little puzzle box, and she can't resist the urge to get a closer look.. Cue Perturabo catching her touching things she shouldn't be touching. He feels a flash of anger, but its quickly doused by the look of genuine wonder and awe at something he made simply as a mundane time-waster between campaigns. When she notices him in the doorway staring(glaring) at her, it's like being doused in ice water and she hurriedly sets the trinket down and apologizes profusely as she scurries away. Over the next few weeks, Serf quietly fears for her life due to her impropriety.. While Perty decides he wants to see that look again and sets about making a little courting gift - a music box that plays a lullaby/tune that is popular on Olympia.

Sorry if this is way too specific, you can change whatever you'd like about it to fit your tastes!

PS: I love your writing style so, so, much. Thank you for all you've created and shared with us 💕

Author's note: I like the idea! I changed it a teeeny tiny bit, but only because I didn't want it to run on into a massive block of text. Enjoy, here's some Perty meetcute.

Relationships: Perturabo/Fem!reader

Warnings: Not really any other than Perturabo's attitude

Returning to his private workshop Perturabo can tell by the door being slightly ajar that someone is inside cleaning it, and opens it fully to let himself in. Out of his armor he's wrapped up in clothing more suitable for the cool evening, walking underneath the dimmed lights.

He's always hated bright rooms; The few windows in this room provide enough sunlight during the day to work, and at night to keep it bright enough to work but dim enough to avoid a headache.

Not long after entering he notices your form in the corner, picking something up off the floor. He pays no mind and walks past, completely ignoring your presence other than that momentary glance. He's seen you before; You're usually the one cleaning the innermost parts of his chambers like this workshop. Perhaps you're the only one brave enough, and the only one that hasn't gotten thrown out for being in his way.

Sitting down the chair creaks in complaint but he ignores it, leaning forward over his desk. For awhile he simply glosses over his designs, old and new blueprints with a lack of interest, before his eyes wander away from it all. They're all just improvements for already existing war machines, nothing that keeps his attention for long.

He sees you now working on cleaning an area close to where some of his smaller projects are sitting, collecting dust, but he can tell as you clean one in particular has caught your eye.

It's the old puzzle box he had made when he was far younger; It's simplicity makes him scoff now in shame of his less experienced hands so long ago. Though even then, it far exceeded what anyone on Olympia could dream of making. Perhaps that's why it caught your eye, a stand out among little automatas, music boxes and miniatures.

He sees you looking at it, curiously gazing over the pieces that interlock together. It seems like you're trying to figure it out in your head rather than picking it up and risk his anger. You don't notice his gaze on you, his brow still furrowed but not in anger- deep set eyes hooded in lazy curiosity.

Once you either give up trying to figure it out or realize you need to return to your work you turn away from the box, but your sleeve accidentally catches on the sharp edge of the metal. It shifts and falls off the table, thinking that you're moving it as if attempting to solve it. You uncharacteristically swear, and snatch the box out of the air before it hits the ground.

You look at Perturabo momentarily and see him watching you, and he can see you swallow the knot in your throat. Your back straightens as you look away and towards the puzzle box in your hands, fingers brushing over it as you make sure it's unharmed.

With a grunt of effort Perturabo gets up out of his chair, and he sees you noticeably freeze up at the fear of his approach.

"You're supposed to turn it."

You look up at him surprised for a moment, before looking down at the box again. It's large in your hands, he'd scaled it for his own, but you're still able to fiddle with the mechanisms with little issue. He watches your eyebrows raise as you gain understanding.

"Oh, I see."

He hears the soft clink of one of the mechanisms inside unlocking- he knows there's four left. Your eyes are locked on it trying to figure out the system, and he can see you're making progress, faster than he might've expected you to. He doesn't stop you because of it; He's curious how far you can get.

You stop about halfway to figuring out the next part, and slowly go to place it back onto the shelf where it had been collecting dust.

"I think this would take me quite awhile to s-" Perturabo jerks his chin slightly towards you.

"Keep it."

You look at him wide eyed, and pull back from the shelf to continue holding it in your hands.

"It stopped amusing me long ago."

You thanked him for it, with a soft and sweet smile that made his nose wrinkle, and you got little more than a grunt in response before you finished your duties and left him in silence.

You returned the finished box to him three days later, opened. Perturabo, amused by it, had plucked another puzzle box he'd made in one of his moments of particularly sour moue off a high shelf, and handed that one to you. You'd returned it six days later, solved.

You had detoured from your assigned tasks to return it to him, and left shortly there after. Your hands had barely closed the door behind him before he pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and started to draft a new one, the first he'd be making in many years, something finally keeping his mind busy as he glossed over his old and forgotten creation to make this new one.

He had noticed your tiny fingerprints on the metal one time he'd looked up, pen stopping for a moment as he stared at them before returning to his work.

He's not here today, you notice.

The workshop is empty, though you aren't entirely surprised. The Iron Blood left port this last week, and you assume Perturabo went along with it.

What is surprising is that quite quickly you notice that there's something set out on his desk, in clear view. There's parchment being weighed down by it and you can't help but take a look, having to near climb from how high the tabletop is.

It's yet another puzzle box, you quickly realize. You pull the parchment with it and read the few words at the center of it.

This one should keep you entertained for awhile.

That's all it says, sitting the parchment back down and turning your full attention to the box instead.

It's significantly more ornate than any of the previous ones he'd given you, and still smells of oils and greases presumably from it's recent creation. The puzzle itself seems far more in-depth than the previous ones as well, and you can't help but smile at the realization that he's trying to stump you on purpose. Your fingertips brush over the etchings of symbols and the decorative grooves; He clearly spent a lot of time on this one.

You hold it close before sitting it down, and get to work cleaning. You keep a consistent schedule in this room so there isn't much to be done, and once you finish you're able to take the puzzle box back to your personal quarters and begin figuring it out.

Perturabo seemed to spare no expense in figuring out how to make this one more difficult, having to do puzzles to figure out parts of another puzzle. It takes you well over three weeks to figure out, slowly working at it between your work.

Once you crack it open, you're so excited you barely even realize there's something inside, pulling out the folded parchment. When you unfold it, you notice something that falls into your lap. A necklace.

You weren't exactly allowed to wear jewelry, it got in the way, but you suppose if it came from Lord Perturabo, none of your superiors could complain.

Putting the necklace around your neck you read the words on the parchment, pursing your lips. Your cheeks feel slightly warmer as well, realizing that you're holding something the primarch crafted specifically for you, and now you have not one, but two handwritten letters from him.

Perhaps they're quite short letters, but you count them anyways. Lord Perturabo has never been the wordy sort.

Meet me in my workshop the day the Iron Blood returns to port.

You wonder if Perturabo has always been this roundabout and obtuse. Or if he's for some reason toying with your odd knack for puzzles. You suppose he's bored, he seems to have plans for abandoned ideas all around his workshop. Bathhouses and ornate buildings, unfinished and pushed aside for efficient weapons of war.

You're glad you managed to open it before the Iron Blood returned, but just barely; Two days later is when it- he, returns, and you meet him in his workshop.

He turns to you, wearing lighter clothing given the warm weather. The sun is just starting to set however, the sky turning orange and purple. You notice he's grown a slight bit of stubble on his jawline since returning, and that his expression is surprisingly relaxed.

"How long did it take you?"

He says with not even a hello. Though you suppose you don't really need one.

"I finished it two nights ago. Just barely made it, it seems." He chuckles, much to your surprise. It's a deep rumble you can feel in your chest, and makes you swallow at the feeling of your heartbeat up in your collarbone.

"It seems they'll need to be even more complicated in order to slow you."

You notice his eyes look away from your face and down to your collarbone. The necklace is what caught his eye, you can only guess. you've been wearing it nonstop since you got it. His hand reaches down to grasp the pendant that hangs from it between his two fingers, before he lets it go moments later.

You wonder if perhaps it meant something a bit deeper than what you'd thought at first glance. He wouldn't just give out such ornately made things for no reason. Your face grows a bit warm at the sudden realization that you'd completely overlooked the implication of a man, a primarch, giving such a gift to a woman, but Perturabo either doesn't notice, or doesn't care.

"Sit with me. And tell me your name."

There's a chair beside his own that is similar in size to his own, though vastly oversized for you. You sit down in it and pull your legs up onto the chair and curl them to your side. Then you put your hands on your lap and look towards him and start talking, beginning into a conversation that leads well into the night.

#perturabo x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[bloompawz]

I don't understand the whole, "You can't explain gender stuff to kids; they're too young to understand" argument. Refusing to explain anything just results in more confusion.

As a kid, I thought that trans people were a really cool hypothetical, but didn't realize that could actually be a real thing until years later. I used to try to find portals where I could step in and swap my gender in elementary school, because I thought that would be the only way.

In third grade, we had a project where we were given the letters of our names and pictures of our faces, and we were supposed to draw the rest for a sort of classroom student book thing. I dropped some of the letters in my name to make it masculine, cut off the hair, and drew stuff that I thought was cool.

The teacher saw this and said, "Is that really how you want people to remember you?" clearly expecting me to say "no."

But I said "Yes," and the teacher argued against this for a bit, before giving in and allowing me to use the art that I made. They still made me create a version that aligned with my AGAB, though. The masculine version was only kept in black and white.

(Fun fact: My chosen name is actually almost identical to the name I chose in third grade. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted, even with my limited knowledge on what I could do.)

I fantasized about being able to change my gender a lot as a kid, whether that meant being a boy, or being neither a girl nor a boy, or being between/some sort of boygirl. I wished that I could "genderbend," because that was the terminology I knew.

I learned that trans people actually exist in like... Middle school? And people were super transphobic at the time, so I internalized that for a few years before accepting that I'm trans. That pain could've been avoided if I had been taught from a young age that trans people exist, and that it's okay to be trans.

I was a trans kid, and I didn't know that was what I was until I was a teen, because I wasn't given the opportunity to know. Trans kids exist, regardless of whether you give them language to express their experiences or not.

And I've met trans kids who knew that terminology, and knew that they were trans because of it. I've also met kids who weren't trans, but still experimented with pronouns and gender expression for a short while to see how they felt, because they were given the freedom to do so. It's good to let kids explore who they are.

I'm also openly trans, and I don't hide this from anyone. Kids understand, even if I'm the first to explain it to them. It's not a hard concept to grasp. My little brother was introducing me to his friends as his big brother even when I was expressing myself very femininely, and hardly any kids batted an eye. Some of them were curious why I looked so feminine for a guy, and it was easy to explain. It has also been easy to explain what being nonbinary means.

Kids latch onto concepts like gender more easily than you think. Out of everyone in my family, my little brother (who still isn't even a teen yet) has been one of the most supportive people when it comes to my transition. I can't think of a time when he has misgendered me- not in years, at least. He caught on fast, and he never gets it wrong. He even corrects people who misgender me. I get misgendered by the adults in my family much more than the children.

Kids get it. All you gotta do is explain.

#transgender #trans #nonbinary #enby #genderqueer #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #queer #protect trans kids #protect trans youth

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making a joke about colors?

(This is in no way going to go the direction you think it will)

I (17F, though I was 16 during the time of this) used to have an online friend (23F) who I was really close with for about a year or two, and we'd talk and roleplay about a lot of stuff. Generally, our interests in most stuff aligned, and it was just great! I felt really happy having someone who would talk to me regularly, and there was a total lack of drama.

But the issue started when I noticed how she was lacking in responses in regards to /my/ ideas that involved /my/ characters, yet sent me really long (and, I'll be honest, stupid and ooc) plot ideas with her own characters. She never seemed to really give me any kind of reaction to my excited rambles about an idea. And I'll mention this here, I have ADHD. It's not like I was constantly spamming her, but whenever I sent ideas, she'd just be like "that's cool" or "do what you want". I really felt like she wasn't contributing to anything unless it was about HER. She'd even send completely horrible ideas like (this is just a random example of MANY things that irritated me) "what if my male human oc had a kid with your vampire oc and had to drink blood to sustain the child but refused to because he's a vegetarian?" And I was just like. Why are you so content with letting a literal baby die for the sake of oooh meat Bad™.

And after a while and a bit of arguments here and there, she also (though she claims it was unintentional) dismissed or put down my interests. We talked about ocs in love, I mentioned the Titanic dancing scene, and she immediately goes "I don't know about that, but Titanic sucked as a movie". I randomly mention that I've got back into Gravity Falls and ask her if she's seen it, and she says "No, and the only things I have was that girl being annoying." I inquire if she knows Captain Underpants, and when she says no, asks if she's interested in getting into it, to which she demands, "What is this about? Are you trying to get me to voice my issues so I can upset you and you can get mad at me?" As if the previous instances of HER putting down MY interests was ME GOADING HER INTO IT! Seriously, I can't even.

There were other issues that are equally as ridiculous and mainly involve me being just slightly childishly naive and her turning it into a Full. Blown. Fucking. Fight. And it wasn't even two-sided! I was never really ever mad. It was literally just her stupid anxiety and overthinking ruining our friendship. She often also tried to express how much she hated herself and demanded things like "am I being manipulative? Am I toxic? Does everyone hate me?" during these times, which was very frustrating, because she WAS being toxic, but due to her depressive tendencies, I couldn't even say that because she'd go off and do something dumb like harm herself. And like... I do believe people start to greatly mature in their late teens, but they ARE still teens. And I was 16. I couldn't understand why someone in their twenties was being more immature and stupid than me!

Anyway, our 2-year-long friendship slipped into the trash bag when one of our mutual friends posted "hi" and she (the Bad friend) replied "hi" with red, white, and blue hearts. Jokingly, I responded, "FRENCH HEARTS!" and she said "Dutch hearts." To which I said, "do u know how many flags r red white and blue".

She messaged another of our friends (who, may I add, is closer to ME and therefore told ME all about THIS HOE'S insane rants) and started raving in all caps about (and I directly quote) "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE ATTITUDE?!?!" Like, are you kidding me? That's your response to a lighthearted joke? To express dramatics and claim I was being an "asshole"? After I heard she said that to our friend, I blocked her on my main, and she proceeded to block all my accounts from all her accounts. And when she dm'd another of our mutual friends asking, the mutual calmly replied that she had acted immature. And then she had the audacity to go and say "it's actually you being immature because you only listened to one side of the story !!1!1!"

Like, girl, how do you expect me to have sympathy for your "tendencies" and "fear of abandonment" when you're the one pushing people away? I once implied she ought to get diagnosed for autism, because her lack of understanding things and how to not upset people in convos was really upsetting.

Sorry if this is bad. Idk guys. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #self harm cw

[thalfbloodloser]

i wish we had alloaro representation in media. a charming character who fucks - both literally AND aesthetically. one that makes other characters go "wow! they're so cool and good in bed, but ultimately un-datable, because as soon as they sense any romantic intention on you, they flee" (kinda like lucifer morningstar from "lucifer". he's aroallo in my heart)

a character who's funny and has a horrifyingly 80's sense of fashion (they have a curly combed-out mullet and mismatched earrings. you'll find them at pride wearing a corn costume because it "matches the aroallo flag" and they're "being subtle") or one who's the embodiment of a 60's greaser (their motorcycle helmet is themed after the aro flag and the back of their leather jacket says "LOVELESS / LOVE LOSES") or one who's a girly fanfiction writer that has more ships than a star wars movie (their fics are muntifandom-ly famous and most their stuff is covered in yaoi/yuri patches and stickers. everyone thinks they're a hopeless romantic because of it, but that's exactly why they're so big on the fiction ≠ reality discourse) or...

anyone else, really. just ultimately a HUMAN who's casually aromantic. one who doesn't make it a parade but isn't subtle about it, either. will they hold other character's hands? maybe. kiss their cheek? perhaps. hang out with them, on picnics and walks along the river? can't see why not! but platonically. or maybe have them be genuinely romance-repulsed & not so eager to participate in anything socially perceived as romantic. that would also be amazing.

let them express themselves sexually! let them fuck. give them a..."fuckbuddy", if you must. or a best friend who's sexually involved with them - classic romcom material, i know - but without it being "complicated"; because there's no romance involved to complicate it.

give them funny scenes. another character tries to kiss their lips or ask them on a date? they laugh nervously, the scene cuts and we get a hilarious shot of them escaping through the bathroom window. or audibly saying "ew" and then regretting it. another character is struggling to write a romcom/romance book without it being corny? we get a scene where our character casually describes the most romantical (and, to them, unappealing) plot ever - because, much like aces acing the smut department, they're far from misunderstanding what is or isn't heartstopping for alloromantics - only to have the other character stare at them like "?????????? HELLO????". give us a scene of them being confused as to why their hookup is yelling at them for acting "so casual" and responding with a quotable shitty line ("just because we had sex last night i can't call you "bro"? / "what? expected me to marry you or something? get off my bed, it's 9AM" / "would you rather have me mad? sad? what's happening here. give me a hint")

but give them complicated scenes too. scenes portraying the loneliness that comes with being aromantic but not asexual, the lack of community. them talking about how hard it is to maintain sexual relationships just sexual. the painful "breakups" because one of their friends declared their undying love for them but they cannot possibly match that energy, even if they wanted to. have them weep because somehow that keeps happening. the unfairness in being accused of heartlessness and selfishness by other queers. the shame on being told they're fetishistic and the reason why queer men/women/people are seen as sex-crazed or impure.

...anyways, i'm rambling- do y'all have any aroallo ocs? or ideas for alloaro characters? maybe aroallo headcanons? i'd love to know what you think! :)

(don't tag as #ace / #asexual / #asexuality)

#aromantic #aro #aroallo #arospec #aro representation #long post

[ducktracy]

Does it ever feel pressuring (no pun intended) to work on a show with such a legacy and history as SpongeBob?

VERY much so, but in a good way, if such a thing exists! one of our mantras on our little storyboard plussing team is “pressure makes diamonds” and it is a very applicable saying

when i first started, i was TEEEEERRRIFIED! i really felt like i had no idea what i was doing, and there have been so many times where i’ve turned in a section and genuinely thought “oh my god they’re gonna fire me for this it’s so bad.” working in animation is frazzling enough! but not only are we working on a cultural mecca, with not only the kids of today to entertain, impress and inspire, but to maintain the integrity of the series and entertain/impress/inspire the kids like us who grew up with the show, we are also working with literal animation legends and animation veterans!! it’s pretty surreal to be working on the same show as someone like Bob Camp, who’s been in the industry for 40+ years… and even more surreal when he says he’s a big fan of your work 😵‍💫‼️‼️‼️‼️

THANKFULLY, i’ve made a lot of strides in curbing some of my storyboarding stage fright. it used to be really bad when i started, like genuinely panic attack inducing! the constant patience and guidance and encouragement of my peers and consistent practice from these past three years have really allowed me to grow and blossom. now, when i feel a bit claustrophobic in remembering the pure scale of what we’re doing, i weaponize it for good!!

i think of how inspired and amazed and obsessed with SpongeBob i was as a kid. how it inspired me to draw, how i remember drawing along to episodes and commercial breaks. my brother and his wife are both elementary school teachers and routinely update me about how their kids are still crazy for SB (and they both brag about me to their kids heheh). i think of all the kids watching, all the kids realizing that getting to draw these characters and interact with them and live in their world is something you indeed can do, all the kids who religiously catch each new episode like i once did… it just fills me with so much confidence and hope and love, and that motivates me to deliver and do my best and try to do what i can to help make each episode be better and more fun than the last

SpongeBob is for everyone, obviously! that’s one of the great things i love about working on it: i get just as much enjoyment watching our finished episodes as our target audience. but i do bring up the kids particularly often because, at the end of the day, that is who we are doing it for and i also just can’t help but think back to how my SpongeBob obsessed self as a kid would have had her world rocked to know i’m doing what i’m doing. i want to give those kids, who i used to be and still essentially am, the same joy and spark and all consuming inspiration i felt and still do

there are definitely some days where the gravity of what we’re doing hits harder than others! some days are a lot more difficult than others. this is an absolute dream job, i’m not just saying that, i always fantasized about maybe one day being able to work my way up to working on SpongeBob and now it’s my first animation job—but it is very easy to get overwhelmed by just how big of a legacy we’re carrying on our shoulders! how many other mega talented people work on this show! there’s a lot to juggle. but we juggle it well. there is so much love and heart and care poured into this show. we do everything we can to maintain the integrity of the characters and the show’s core, and it just makes me love what i do all the more and makes me more determined to do it

TLDR: YES! but i’m much better off for it, because it reminds me of why we’re working so hard to begin with. we all want this show to be the best it can—to maintain its core 25 years later, but still have fun doing it. i mentioned this on Twitter, but when i met Bill Fagerbakke last month he was saying how cool it is that fans who grew up with the show are now able to work on it and i couldn’t agree more. it’s the greatest honor imaginable being able to carry such a monumental torch, and i hope i’m able to keep at it for a long, long time.

#sorry if this is more unintelligible than usual i was pretty distracted answering this HAHA but it’s such a good ask #anonymous #long post #ALSO. just in case: i don’t feel pressured by anyone at my job i love the people i work with and they are incredibly gracious and caring #once storyboard pro crashed and i lost a bunch of work and frantically messaged my director being like i’m so so so sorry but i can’t get #this in EOD can we do Monday etc. and he asked if i could call just to see if i was doing okay emotionally and talked to me about it etc etc #so everyone is wonderful and when i say pressure i mean just the scope of what we’re doing/typical pressures of working in animation. i #don’t feel pressured or overworked by my bosses or anything like that everyone on the show is amazing. JUUUST in case anyone got the wrong #idea

[jenanigans1207]

“What about angels?” Dean turns his gaze to Cas over the rim of his beer bottle.

“What about them?” Cas answers, his gaze unwavering as ever as it meets Dean’s steadily from his spot in the chair next to Dean.

“Do they have any, y’know?” Dean gestures vaguely in the air with the hand that isn’t holding his beer.

Cas sighs. “No, Dean, I don’t know.”

Dean suspects that isn’t actually true. Cas has been good at reading Dean like an open book and to filth equally and simultaneously practically since the moment they met and he has never had any qualms about stating Dean’s unspoken truths if he felt it was necessary, no matter how Dean felt about it. So he certainly would be able to follow the thought process Dean had followed to jump from their previous topic to this one. But sometimes Cas just liked to fuck with Dean, and other times he liked to force Dean to communicate clearly, despite them both being on the same page and knowing it.

“Mating rituals.” Dean supplies because it becomes clear that whether Cas knew what he meant or not, he wasn’t going to offer anything further to this conversation unless Dean started it.

“You’re asking about angel mating rituals?” Cas asks with enough surprise that Dean briefly thinks that maybe he really didn’t know.

“Well,” Dean shrugs and takes a long draw of his beer. “Yeah.”

Cas’s gaze turns curious as it pierces into Dean, and he looks like he would love to probe around in Dean’s head for some sort of explanation. “Angels don’t—“

“Wait!” Dean cuts him off before he gets a chance to answer. “I want to guess.” He swirls the remaining half of the beer around in his bottle while he thinks before snapping a finger and pointing it at Cas. “I bet you’re like peacocks! You fluff your feathers up all big and do some dorky dance.”

The look on Cas’s face is priceless— somewhere between shocked and incredulous and Dean wants to commit it to memory forever. “No, Dean.”

“Damn.” Dean mumbles, reclining in his seat. “What about a nest? Do you build nests for your mates? Not with like twigs and shit, obviously, but— I dunno, pillows or blankets or something?”

“I believe that’s called a pillow fort.” Cas supplies dryly.

“I’ll take that as a no, then.” Dean taps a finger along the edge of his beer bottle, the condensation cool against his fingertip. “Find a shiny rock and gift that to them? Or like, a pretty piece of glass or something?”

Cas’s expression has turned long-suffering. “Are you going to compare me to every feathered creature you know?”

“Yeah,” Dean doesn’t even try to hide his own self-satisfied amusement. “If you give me long enough.”

Dean tries to think of anything that he can actually picture Cas doing. Because yeah, Cas likes shiny rocks and pretty glass as much as anybody does just because they’re nice to look at, but he doesn’t seem overly affected by them. And yeah, when he naps, he’s been known to find the softest and coziest blanket to curl up with, but that’s just smart. Dean has never seen Cas’s wings, so that’s a fifty-fifty shot, he supposes, but he’s also never seen Cas dance and can’t even picture it in his head.

“Well, allow me to spare us a long— though very enlightening, I’m sure— conversation.” Cas’s glare is unimpressed but it slides right off Dean while barely even drawing his attention. “Angels don’t have mating rituals because angels don’t mate.”

That stops all of Dean’s thoughts short. He turns his gaze back to Cas, surprised to find that Cas has turned to stare absently at one of the bookshelves in the room.

“They don’t?” Dean asks after the silence stretches thin between them.

“No.” Cas answers. And though his response is firm, it’s not mean or cold. “Angels don’t know love, Dean. At least, not romantic love. The only sort of love an angel is meant to feel is the sort of holy love for our father and his creations. The idea of romance doesn’t exist in heaven or to angels at all. There’s no need for mating rituals when mating isn’t something that would ever occur to or appeal to an angel.”

Dean thinks about this for a long time, the rim of his beer bottle pressed against his lower lip but he doesn’t take a sip.

In general, Dean has no problem believing that angels don’t love. In general, angels are selfish dicks and he can’t imagine any of them caring about anything other than themselves. In general, angels would never put someone before themselves in a way that’s required for both platonic and romantic love. But in more specific terms—

Well there is one angel who wears a trench coat and a tie that matches his eyes. There’s an angel who fell from heaven for the love of humanity. There’s an angel who has bled for love, died for love, given up everything that love is supposed to mean to an angel and completely rewritten the definition. There is an angel that has spent the better part of a decade looking at Dean in a way that he doesn’t look at anyone else, making Dean’s toes curl in his boots with the intensity of it.

“But…” the gears are turning as Dean tries to refocus his gaze on Cas. Cas isn’t looking directly at him, but Dean knows that Cas is watching him in his periphery, gauging Dean’s reaction without looking like he’s putting a significant amount of weight into it. “That’s not true.”

“Dean, I am quite certain that I know more about angels than you do.” Cas remarks.

Dean doesn’t rise to the bite of the comment. “But you love.” He says instead.

“Of course, I love humanity and the Earth very much.” Cas answers reasonably.

“Yeah,” Dean says. “I know.” And then, “but I mean romantically.”

“Dean—“

“Don’t you?” Dean challenges.

Cas doesn’t answer the question directly. “I am not a very good angel.”

“You’re the only good one.” Dean replies quickly and easily, with every ounce of sincerity he has.

Because Cas is the only good Angel. Cas is the only one who gets it, who cares, who actually wants what’s best for the world.

Cas is also the only one who can make Dean’s stomach squirm the way it does whenever he’s at Dean’s side. He’s the only one who makes Dean feel safe, the only one Dean trusts. He’s the only one Dean would ever trust or picture a future with. He’s the only one who makes Dean’s fingertips tremble, his heart stumble, his throat dry.

Granted, he’s the only person who does any of that for Dean, Angel or not.

“You think too highly of me.” Cas says before sipping his own beer that he had been nursing for the majority of the conversation.

“You’re avoiding the question.” Dean hedges.

Because— yeah, okay, Dean isn’t stupid. He sees his own feelings reflected in Cas’s eyes when Cas looks at him. He understands what it means when Cas steps closer to him, or gives up an entire goddamn army for him. Dean can be slow on the uptake with emotional shit, but he’s not that slow. And it probably helps that he sees it so clearly because he feels it so clearly in his own heart.

He knows the yearning, the longing, the desire. He knows all the fantasies of the happy-ever-after, all the filthier fantasies that fill up the days in between. He knows what it’s like to want to cling to Cas, to desperately plead with him to never leave Dean’s side. He knows the agony of their separation as acutely as possible. He gets it.

And he also knows why this has never happened, why neither of them have ever crossed that line, even though they’ve never even dared to hint at its existence before. Because he knows that what they would have— that would be forever. It would be ruinous in the most beautiful way, burning down everything around them and blazing a path to eternity. And for so many goddamn years, forever and eternity were in danger. For so many years, a future of any goddamn length was in danger.

What would be the point of starting something meant to last forever when forever didn’t exist? It hurt like enough of a bitch every time Dean lost Cas and he didn’t know if that was the last time he’d ever see him. If he’d lost his forever then, too, instead of just his best friend— well, what the hell reason would he have had to keep fighting? It was self preservation in its barest form, the knowledge that they could only keep going if they kept apart. Because that would keep them fighting, keep them determined to reach the day where forever was finally secured and they could fall into each other without reservations.

And, well, Dean hadn’t killed Chuck, but he had taken the bastard off the board so forever was well and truly theirs if they wanted it.

And Dean wanted it.

He wanted it so bad he almost didn’t know how to have it.

Cas is staring back at Dean now, seeming to go through the same mental calculations that Dean is going through. Dean just hopes that Cas has any idea how to reach out and grab the one thing they both want.

Cas takes a breath, sets his beer down.

“Yes.” He answers simply. “I do.”

Dean swallows against a dry throat. “So?” He prompts. “What’s your big game plan? You get to make up any mating ritual you want.”

“You know,” Cas says offhandedly. “If I tell you my big ‘game plan’, as you call it, you will have to give me feedback on it. How else am I meant to know if it would work?”

Dean licks his bottom lip. “I’m being trusted to approve the first ever angel mating ritual?” He aims for lighthearted, even though he can feel his pulse in his fingertips. “Lay it on me.”

“Well,” Cas doesn’t sound as nervous as Dean feels, even though he knows that he doesn’t really have any reason to feel that way. “I was thinking that I would start with the classic spark— maybe have multiple, raining down.”

Dean chokes on half of a disbelieving laugh.

“Then I would spend about, oh, over a decade at his side, always coming when he called and leaving when he got sick of me. I would try very, very hard to navigate his boundaries and I would be unsuccessful.” Cas’s smile is wry. “I would betray him a time or two.”

“Keep him guessing.” Dean says, the smile clear in his voice.

“Exactly.” Cas is smiling more genuinely now. “I would probably die for him a few times, too. Maybe even accidentally start a family with him.”

Dean has set his own beer down now. “You gotta add in some, like, intense eye contact, or something.”

“And no personal space.” Cas agrees with a nod.

Dean laughs outright now, the nerves draining completely from his body. He had no idea the conversation would steer this way when he had asked what he assumed was an innocent enough question, but he’s glad that it did. Because if he’d had time to prepare for this conversation, time to anticipate it, he knows that he would’ve chickened out. Just like he has so many times in the past.

When his laughter dies down, Cas says “well?”

“What can I say, man?” Dean leans onto the armrest of his chair, putting himself closer to Cas. “It would work on me.”

“Oh, would it?” Cas asks as he, too, leans into the barely there space that’s separating them.

“Hell yeah.” Dean murmurs, reaching across to wrap a hand around Cas’s tie. “Would have me all weak-kneed and giggling.”

Cas starts to say something back but Dean honestly doesn’t give a shit what, so he tugs on the tie and draws Cas to him, pressing a far overdue kiss to his lips. Cas, as always, meets him in the middle, a hand gently encircling Dean’s wrist as he kisses him back with ten years of pent of adoration.

One kiss turns into two, turns into seven before they finally settle back into their respective seats.

“First angel mating ritual in history,” Dean says around a satisfied smile. “And you were successful.”

“Yes, I’ll be sure to tell the other angels in case any of them have a free decade to spend seducing one of the most frustratingly stubborn men on earth.” Cas replies in a way that is full of endearment instead of the frustration he mentioned.

Dean just laughs and kisses him again.

#I can’t explain this #the idea just wouldn’t leave me alone #so I had to type it up so it would go away #destiel #deancas #spn #supernatural #ficlet

[cheeseceli]

Shut me up

Pairing: Choi Soobin × Gn!reader

Genre: fic, fluff, friends to lovers

Prompt: "I know I talk too much, so honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up"

Warnings: the rest of txt make a slight cameo, soobin is a loser (affectionate)

A/n: thank you for requesting this with him because I was hoping someone would😭 enjoy! | Join the 1k event

Yours and soobin's first kiss was... Kind of a hopeless mess.

It all started with a date you didn't even know was a date. Following his friend's advice, he invited you out. Just keep it casual, they will love it. That's what Yeonjun said.

Soobin wishes he could punch Yeonjun right now.

That's simply because you were both sitting side by side on a bench in the park, and you've just asked when the others were coming along.

"Probably soon, I think they might be stuck in traffic."

You nodded, thinking it probably made sense. But it actually didn't. Because no one was coming. Maybe keeping it so casual was a mistake, considering you thought it was so casual that it would be just a normal outing among friends. Not a date. Not that Soobin was stressing over it, of course not.

He just casually wants to punch Yeonjun.

But he also should kick Taehyun since it was his idea to come to a park this weekend. Saturdays are always great for dates, there's no better day than this one. Taehyun was a very smart guy and, since he told Soobin that the place and weather would be perfect, he was most likely right as always.

Except it started to rain.

You and your clothes, that made you look more ethereal than you already were, were getting wet. And so was your date friend. When you got up from the bench, Soobin swore he heard his heart get broken thinking about how you were going to bid your farewell. Happily, you just said "Let's go to some cafe, we can wait for them there".

You were way smarter than Taehyun, that's a fact.

Buy them something to drink. Now that was Hueningkai's advice. Soobin thought to himself for a second before complying; that one couldn't go wrong. He had the money - he made sure to avoid his wallet around the guys. He also knew your favourite drink by heart and the place was very nice. Okay, that one really couldn't go wrong.

"Go find us somewhere to sit, I'll have something for us to drink" he told you smiling, hoping to look confident and cool.

You smiled back at him. Oh my God that must've worked right?? Soobin was about to kiss kai for giving him the only right advice until now.

In his opinion, everything was going on pretty smoothly. They had your order there, it smelled good and it looked nice. For a second, Soobin thought he could really impress you, even if it's with a silly thing like that.

That is, until this random guy dropped his coffee in his shirt. Yeah, that really sucked.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" the person said. The coffee was kinda hot but not enough to hurt him, but sadly it was enough to ruin his shirt. Of course he had to wear a white shirt that day.

"It's okay, don't worry" The stranger even paid soobin's and yours coffee as an apology but he doesn't know if that made him feel better or worse about the whole situation. Sorry Kai, I couldn't pay for the drinks.

But once he sat down next to you, your eyes turned confused at the exact moment, and you didn't hesitate on taking some napkins to try and help soobin's shirt. A win is a win, he thinks when he feels your hands trying to dry his sleeve. His skin was getting hotter and redder. He hopes you assumed it was the hot coffee.

Don't forget to compliment them, Beomgyu said. Usually Soobin wouldn't hesitate on ignoring any possible advice his friend could give, but this one felt like the sanest thing he had said in a while. Maybe it was worth the risk.

He started to look at you, still focused on trying to clean his shirt. There were just so many things he could compliment. He loved the way your eyes would squint when you were paying attention to something. He loved how your skin felt delicate when you were touching him. He could spend hours talking about how your hair framed your face perfectly or how your voice was adorable. He also really liked your lips, a lot. If he could, he would kiss you right on the spot.

"What?"

"What?"

You were looking at him confused, like you were solving the hardest of puzzles in your head. But Soobin doesn't understand. He didn't do anything, nor said something that could make you have his reaction. He just...

His hand flew to his mouth, covering it and only showing his wide eyes in total horror. No way he said that. He couldn't have said that.

"Did you just say that..." you tried to formulate it without sounding weird, not that the situation itself wasn't already bad enough "that you wanted to kiss me?"

He laughed. Little giggles started to get past his lips, but it was extremely clear that it was a laugh filled with panic. How can someone screw things up so badly?

"No, no. I mean yeah I did but no! I shouldn't have said that, it was a mistake. Not that I didn't mean it, because I did, but in a sense that I shouldn't have said it, you know?" he looked at you trying to find a string of hope, any sign that he was on his way of fixing things, but damn he was so lost. "Like, I won't actually kiss you! I wanted to but then, no hold on. I wouldn't do it like this, in something like... You understand what I mean right?"

He doesn't know for how long he kept on speaking any random excuse he could think of. At some point, his panicked laugh got mixed with words and the only thing he could say were unintelligible sounds. You could almost see a little smoke getting out of his brain. He only came to a stop when you kissed the corner of his mouth, shutting him up immediately.

Did you just... kiss him?

You giggled lightly, probably at how awestruck he was right now. It wasn't even a kiss on his lips - unfortunately - but he felt like he could die a happy man at that moment.

"I can't believe I'll have to thank the boys for that."

"Weren't they tagging along?"

Oh.

"Now that's kind of a funny story..." You could see he was collecting his breath to start yapping again, but he stopped right when he saw you smile. Apparently, both your kiss and smile had the ability to stop his brain.

Suddenly he started to talk again, not knowing exactly what he was ranting about this time. His words probably weren't even coherent, but maybe you'd kiss him to shut him up once more.

Maybe this one kiss would land on his lips instead.

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Thank you for reading 💛

Taglist (open!): @zzzzzwicked @yuyubeans

Credits for images 1 , 2 and 3

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

#celi fic #celi 1k event #tomorrow x together x reader #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together fluff #tomorrow x together soobin #tomorrow x together scenarios #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt soobin #txt fanfic #choi soobin #soobin x reader #txt #soobin scenarios #soobin fluff #soobin fanfic #soobin #longest fic I've done so far #ngl I'm proud of this one

[basicallymikewheeler]

sometimes i think about the cast and general production team of st constantly saying “mikes just trying to be normal” cus like…….hes reallly not? and hes never really tried?? like this fits lucas or el more cus both of them try to live a normal life but when lucas brought up to idea of being popular and normal mike was just like “uhhhhhhh no thanks ew” in s4 so like??

season 1-2 his whole gimmick is that him and the party are nerdy and geeky and thats what makes them so cool. hes obviously bothered by the bullying, but he just doesnt make any effort to be normal

in season 3 is probably where this applies the most, because of him wanting to act more mature and do grown up things because he had spent the last 1/2 years fighting upside down monsters and would just like to experience having a normal teenage-hood… but even then HES not trying to be normal if you know what i mean? he still loves nerdy things and the only thing thats really changed is his constant revolvement around his girlfriend???

but even then his obession is kind of justfied because:

after they got will back from dissapearing, mike revolved around him for ages too. going to his appointments, waiting for hours next to him/with the party in the hostipal.

and then eleven “disappears” for like a year, and he does the same exact thing so in my head he’s not trying to be “normal” hes just relieved to have her back yknow? just like he did with will when he came back.

in s4 interviews specifically this narrative of mike trying to be normal is mentioned and im so confused cus like thats the season when hes literally trying NOT to be normal. its literally made a point by eddie that he was embarrassing when he was basic, and that hes cooler now (when he was talking about how first day of freshman year they were wearing clothes their mums picked out). they custom made clothes for him to be edgy and made him grow out his hair.

the best explanation ive seen is that they are hinting to his internalised homophobia. the reason the only thing that hes tried being “normal” at is having a girlfriend. trying to hide suppressed queer feelings by trying to do the most textbook straigh thing, make out with your girlfriend constantly. but even then i dont 100% believe that this is the reason?? because thats the same season dustin was obessed with his girlfriend and he was still one of the not normal ones… (also bc of the point i made in the s3 paragraph)

mike has never really tried to be normal. he literally becomes emo in season 4, the season where they stress this narrative SPECIFICALLY. just rlly confused me

#mike wheeler #stranger things #like wtf #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #byler? idk #eleven hopper #the party #micheal -NOTNORMAL- wheeler

[sincerely-sofie]

Chapter 8 of Sofie Plays "Slay the Princess": The Hero and the Princess (Round 3) + The Damsel

This is a love story, but it's a love story that I wrote at thirteen during my Warrior Cats phase.

[ Beginning ] - [ Previous Part ] - [ Next Part ]

... Hopefully she doesn't mind the flesh rotting off of my avian visage?

This run is going exactly like the one where I was forced to kill her by the Narrator--- I'm hoping I can change it by not alluding to her gnawing off her own limbs and just checking upstairs for a key.

FRICK.

Interestingly, the option to slay the Princess is no longer available here. The run is a bit different, despite being very similar.

I can't select any of the options. Am I stuck like this?

IF YOU SCROLL DOWN YOU CAN WARN HER. OH MY WORD. THE ANGST IN THIS SCREENSHOT.

Can I please chuck the blade away so that she can defend herself with it. Please. Pretty please. Narrator pleeeeeeeease---

Huzzah! Okay new game title: Slay the Borb.

... I didn't think that was actually going to be the route we took, but alright. Fair. Knowing the way the writing in this game has gone, she's going to miss anything vital and just make it hurt.

This is probably the single game I hate having so many predictions about prove to be correct.

Oh, shoot, it's a new chapter? I couldn't see through my tears.

New party member: Now introducing the Voice of the Simp! ... Smitten. Voice of the Smitten. Yes. That's what I said.

Mirror check! The Smitten is a dork. Moving on.

Once again, I didn't take the knife. I really gotta see what happens when I enter the basement with it in hand.

The Smitten ranting about how much he loves the Princess to the Narrator and Hero's utter dismay like:

I don't have any comments to make on this exchange other than how hilarious it is and how relatable it feels for someone who's had hallucinations try to talk to real people in the past.

The Hero was pulling out a squirt bottle for the Smitten two minutes ago, but the second the Princess calls him a hero he's competing for the Smitten's title. Peak character right there.

The idea of the Princess having a sort of Narrator instructing her on how to behave and what actions to take / things to say is INSANE and a question I had the second the Narrator told me to go down into that first basement. The immediate deconfirmation is a little saddening, but the Smitten's comment makes me wonder if the one who has reality warping powers here isn't the Princess, but us.

Hear me out. The way we interact with the Princess in the first chapter of every loop seems to dictate what the next Princess will be. It's like our opinion of her shapes what she becomes. She savaged our player character in that very first interaction, and then in the next, she was a wild animal that swallowed us whole. In the chapter preceding the Stranger, we never entered the cabin in the first place. We never met. And when we finally did, she was a fractal of possibilities--- almost as if because we hadn't formed an opinion of her yet.

GIRL HUH. Yeah no she's not real. This is a cardboard cut out with a speaker behind it.

NOPE DON'T LIKE THE FACT THAT THE MUSIC IS VERY MUCH CHANGING.

Hey wait her eyes look different. Am I crazy?

Yeah no a lot more than her eyes are different! The gal is having a crisis of identity that is represented by the art style and that is VERY COOL and also VERY DISTRESSING

Chickened out and didn't press the issue of her having her own wants beyond leaving the cabin beyond a second question. I said that if she wants to leave, then we'll leave, and she was abruptly back to normal. Sweetie you need therapy.

The Smitten just said "We have each other. We don't need the world for our happy ending." and that COULD just be his mushy romanticism showing... but what if it's not?

Turns out the Narrator is the one who's been locking us in the basement 90% of the time, not the cabin itself, or the Princess. When we were locked in, I asked the Princess if she thought she could open the door, and said I believed in her when she asked if I thought she could.

THE POWER OF DATING A MARY SUE Y'ALL

Ultra Princess I'm genuinely so thrilled to hear your terrifying ambience again this princess scares me infinitely more than the ones who gnaw off their arms or eat me please take her away ;w;

FINALLY GOT A SCREENSHOT OF THE ARMS. THIS TIME I WAS READY, HECKERS!!!

Continuing this in the next post. Can't wait to take my next mirror selfie! I'm not scared whatsoever :,D

#slay the princess #stp #sofie liveblogs stuff

[maximilliansblog]

GUYS what if the neighbors are the 7 deadly sins HEAR ME OUT

Okay so I had this idea before but I couldn’t place some of the neighbors because I was lacking information but it all makes sense now.

Wally and Home aren’t counted because Wally is kind of like an audience surrogate and Home is not really featured in episodes like the other characters. Like it’s *technically* the ninth neighbor, but let’s be real, she’s a house. Alright cool moving on.

The seven deadly sins are (for those of you that don’t know or forgot like I did): pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony, and sloth.

I’m going to go in order from least difficult to place to most difficult to place.

Howdy is greed - Not hard to imagine, since all he really talks about is his business. Some of you may say that it doesn’t count because he is paid in jokes, but within the universe of Welcome Home, that is an acceptable method of payment, and can be used as a substitute for money in the story.

Barnaby is gluttony - Nearly every time we see the guy he’s eating or smoking. I think he has like two appearances where he isn’t.

Sally is pride - Literally just look at her catchphrase thing and you’ll get the picture. You don’t even need to look at all of her other appearances lol (though they do support it)

Frank is wrath - Seems to be constantly in some kind of fight with another neighbor (especially Barnaby). Very easy to make him mad. (Look at him and Sally’s performance of Silent Night in that bunch of commercials if you need any further support for that claim.)

Poppy is sloth - This is a bit difficult to explain, but basically she doesn’t do much. I understand that it is from her fear of accidents that could happen when she’s outside her barn. Perhaps her sloth isn’t intentional or something. Like, she doesn’t mean to be, but it’s kind of hard not to be when you’re stuck in your house and accident-prone.

Eddie is lust - Lust is not just wanting s3x okay let’s clear that up. Cool. It’s literally just a strong desire for something. Usually something that you’re not supposed to have. Frank and Eddie were not supposed to be together in the show, in fact, the WHRP says that Frank and Julie were supposed to be a couple within the show. He wasn’t supposed to be with Frank.

Julie is envy - Some of you might be scratching your heads at this one. I don’t like to support a theory with another theory, but my Hyacinth Theory (linked in my pinned post) explains this aspect of her character the best I think.

Uh yeah it’s kind of late at night so I didn’t put a lot of effort into gathering all my links and evidence and stuff for this one. Just kind of wanted to throw it out there. Maybe I’ll clean it up later. Bye bye for now

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #welcome home theory #welcome home puppet show

[spaceorphan18]

How an animated series saved Remy LeBeau (again)

It's a bit of a hyperbolic title, but catchy, non?

I was looking over my comic collection as I've decided to reread X-Men's 60 year history over the course of the summer. And it got me thinking about a dead period of 616 canon that I've never actually read. Around the time Rogue hooked up with Magneto and scooted off to the Avengers, I decided I'd be done with comics for a while. And didn't start again until Rogue (and Gambit) came back to the X-books in 2017's Astonishing X-Men. But it made me wonder -- What happened to Gambit in that time??

Well, after his solo ended, he flitted around to X-Factor and hung out with X-23 and then kind of went 'poof' for a good long while.

Why? I can only guess the same reason this is a running motif with Gambit. There's something about him that drives the X-Office crazy. I'm not here to speculate what or how or who of it all. I don't know enough about the back end of Marvel give concrete answers. But I think what has surprised me (recently) is that he's definitely a fan favorite character.

[Yes, I know he can be a divisive character. Yes, I know elements of his character from the 90s has not aged well. Yes, I know there are those of you who can't stand him. Don't really care - you can get off my lawn, thank you.]

Which got me thinking -- Gambit's original popularity, I believe, stemmed from the original X-Men Animated Series. He had just started showing up in the comics at the time, and had barely any kind of page time. And the X-Men TAS swung and was a hit. And so was Gambit.

I don't really know that Gambit would be around today if TAS hadn't done its thing. Would the X-Office have kept him around? I really have no idea.

But they did try to get rid of him. That was the point of leaving him in Antarctica. And things were just never the same after that. Claremont tried his best in the early 2000s. And then Deathbit happened. Carey's run wasn't bad. But Carey clearly had an agenda for other things... And then, Gambit just kind of faded into the background. (I hear his run as a side character for Laura (X-23) was good - but I haven't read that.)

Bless Kelly Thompson (always) for sparking life back into him with (and his relationship with Rogue). And bless the fact that she actually married him to Rogue. Yes, I understand comics -- my god look what they did to Peter and MJ, no one really gets to be happily married except Sue and Reed. He and Rogue are now really tied together in a way that I don't think is going to be undone any time soon.

Even if the X-Office still isn't thrilled with the guy. Krakoa era has been less than ideal. (I can't comment on it fully - I haven't read much of it, as I'm behind on my comic reading.) But I've heard rumors that one reason Thompson was let go was that she didn't want Gambit killed off. And she didn't like the direction they wanted to take the character.

Which leads me to X-Men 97. Killing him off sucked. Really. As a fan, it really sucked. But - my god, the reaction to it. Gambit was amazing. And all I've heard lately is good things about the character. There's been a Gambit resurgence in the best way. He may have went out -- but he went out with a bang. X-Men 97 made an emotional impact with people. And that changes things.

Gambit is cool again.

And I love it.

What's even more exciting is the fact that the X-Office has changed hands again and Gail Simone on Uncanny who (if her Twitter/X feed is to be believed) is really enjoying writing the character. Which means (hopefully) at least another year or two in the comics of some (hopefully) great Gambit stuff.

And maybe there will be some changing of hearts and minds in the X-Office.

It's actually very exciting.

And, guys, I really (really, really) doubt he'll be completely gone from X-Men 97, too.

Because Remy LeBeau never stays down for long.

But as a fan, it's nice to see him be on top again. And I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon.

#gambit #remy lebeau #xmen #x men #x men 97 #marvel #probably good this is so late at night #it's just a jumble of thoughts I needed to write out #I need to have a marvel meta tag #marvel meta #? #good lord I need sleep

[hockeyisforthegays]

you know that thing people make fun of in fandom where people create intensive backstories for bit characters as long as theyre male. well sometimes that is a subconscious (or not) aversion to female characters sure but sometimes its just a bit that goes too far. sometimes youre watching shibuya incident with friends and that old seance lady's grandson, you know, the one that gets toji'd, is there, and someone asks what his name is, and you just blurt out he strikes me as an Andrew. and your friend says but he's japanese. and you're me, so you double down and say sure but he might be an Andrew. prove me wrong.

so someone else looks him up and you find out he has no canonical name so you're like, see, he could be an Andrew. and your friend says but he's japanese. and someone says "maybe he just loves american culture. like a reverse weaboo." and someone says "so he just straight up changed his name? for that?" and you say "he's trans." and they say "oh he's trans. i shouldn't have doubted you."

and then later youre thinking about how it woulda been cool if gege had any interest in developing the idea of curse users beyond 'people who do crimes Just Because.' (which seems to be the main reason most of their antagonists do anything.) so you're thinking over everything we know about the world of curse users (very little) and then you think about andrew and how by all implications he was raised in curses and crime by his grandmother and how that could have been like a really cool thing to explore. so you think a little bit about what it would have been like to grow up in the world of Magic Crime. (as a trans man.) (who is a reverse weaboo.) and you're almost tempted to write that story.

and then you realize youre doing the thing. the thing people do to bit characters. so you decide you have to complete the cycle and ship andrew with the first available male character he has shared any single moment of screen time with. so he's shipped with ino, you guess. inodrew. and you're like you know what, you wouldn't be too surprised if someone has done this already, if there's at least 1 piece of cracky ship art or fanfic of inodrew, so you almost go to check if there's an inodrew tag

and then you remember that no one else knows his name is fucking Andrew.

[hephaestuscrew]

with regards to your tags on a recent ask: YES. THEATRE TECH EIFFEL. I've had this headcanon for ages based solely on him quoting Shakespeare as much as he does and the Les Mis moment with him and Minkowski in BNW

Its a good headcanon, it fits with his vibes!

#Its not something that I necessarily imagine him having actually done in canon #cos I don't picture him as someone who's done a lot of group extracurricular type stuff #(unlike Minkowski) #and I think if you know as much media as Eiffel does that inevitably includes an awareness of some Shakespeare and some popular musicals #but I just think he might enjoy theatre tech if he tried it #my theatre tech friend used to talk incomprehensibly and enthusiastically about different pieces of tech equipment all the time #and she'd get weirdly excited when she saw people doing fancy things with stage lights #and I can imagine Eiffel doing that #he'd just be vibing in the tech box completely ignoring what the director told him to do #because he's had what he thinks is a really cool idea #Maybe Minkowski can drag him into doing amateur dramatics with her post canon #or maybe he gets into theatre tech because he knows she wants an excuse to join the local amdram group #Asks #Thank you for the ask anon!

[bongo-clash]

Peacock Au Part 2

Okay so!!! Part two of this post about the DPxDC eldritch Danny fic that I'm now calling the peacock au lmao!!!!

(Chapter two of the fic under the cut) (Edit: You can now find part 3 Here!!!)

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When the feeling of being just slightly dispersed settles onto the outer layer of his skin while he’s lying in bed, Danny knows what’s about to happen.

The thing is, he’s in his pyjamas. Sure, he could just stay in his human form for the summoning- because he’s done it before and it went fine- but he never knows who it’s going to be, and being spirited away to some college students’ dorm in his pyjamas is embarrassing. And sure, having something appear in the circle in the first place is probably enough that they’re not paying attention to what he’s wearing either way, but he refuses to bank on that. So, with a sigh, he allows himself the transformation, his human appearance falling easily away. 

It always feels more natural to be a ghost during rituals, probably because they’re summoning a ghost and not a human, but still, it’s different. He feels that little bit looser, maybe even a little more himself, though he guesses being a bit more glow-y is just nice generally, and the space decals that tend pop up as part of his whole light-show-summons are a homely touch. On the other hand, it does make it harder to take stock of his surroundings when he finally fades into view wherever he is. He can make out vague grey walls and floors, but that’s about it. 

Well, that and the man in front of him. Blond, taller than him if he wasn’t in the air, somewhere past his forties, wearing a beige trenchcoat and looking oddly terrified. Danny can see his hands shaking just a little. Does he know this guy from somewhere?

“Uh, dude?” Danny calls, going for something light. It’s annoying being dragged from the comfort of his own home, definitely, but this guy doesn’t look like some cult member, and if he’s alone and this scared it might mean he really needs the help. Danny can sympathise with doing stupid things in stupid situations. “You good? You’re not looking too hot there.”

He knows he’s using ghost speak, but it feels weird to use English in a summoning like this, and fortunately, Danny spies a translation sigil wrapped around the inner centre of the circle, so he knows it should be translating right back to the guy in front of him. Very handy for language barriers, he’ll admit- and it’s working, too, if the reply is any indication. 

“I was told you could- you could help with the pits?”

His voice is gravelly, and he can’t tell if it’s because he’s nervous, doesn’t speak much, a smoker, or all three. Either way, probably not Danny’s business, and right now he’s just curious about what the man’s talking about. “Pits? That’s kinda vague, man. What pits?”

“The Lazarus pits to, uh, to be specific. There’s a huge one cropping up under Gotham that’s not supposed to be there, and the local- I mean, the locals are getting antsy about it. I… heard you could take care of ‘em.”

Lazarus Pits. He’s heard of those, Clockwork’s mentioned them a couple of times. They’re natural portals that open when enough energy is built up, and end up stabilising into the ground instead of collapsing to help seep ambient ectoplasm into the air. They don’t work as actual portals after that, but it’s vital to keep at least a few around no matter how corrupted they can get through human interference, because it keeps the balance of both realms steady. Having too many around isn’t a good thing, though, and especially not in populated areas. It can cause ecto-contamination, which is a lot more dangerous when you haven’t been around it since birth (or if you aren’t from Amity). 

Speaking of which, it certainly is stinking up the place, now that he’s aware of it. Or maybe that’s just Gotham, he’s heard a lot about-

Hang on. Gotham. Weird potentially magic dude. He knew he recognised him! That’s John Constantine! Danny’s heard of John Constantine! Sam’s got her fingers in enough credible occult spaces that they’re at least vaguely aware of some of his endeavours, but if he’s in Gotham then that probably means he’s doing something for the Batman and, wow, Danny totally would’ve tried to go more professional for this if he knew this was going to be his first encounter with the Justice League,of all things. 

Well, he guesses it’s too late now. At least the guy’s not being too weird about it or anything. “Man, yeah, I’ve totally got the smell stuck up my nose now that you mention it. Do you get that as well? Since, y’know, you’ve probably dealt with a couple ghosts.”

“Uh… no, I don’t think so. But can you fix it?”

Dang, the guy seems stressed about this. Maybe he just doesn’t like being in Gotham territory? He’s pretty sure he’s heard of Batman having a thing about magic. “Sure I can.”

“…Will you fix it?”

Danny figures that if they already know about his status through his Zone maintenance duties, and he’s going to be helping the Justice League, he might as well show off a little bit. Assenting with a hum and trying not to grin, he puts his hands to the floor, and lets his ectoplasm reach out to the source of the smell, sending a flash of light across the ground as it goes through. When it twinges back a response, he closes his eyes, and his energy curls around it, threading through like needles to seams, and pushes it shut with a gentle nudge. Luckily, it hadn’t been around for too long- barely fully formed and not even corrupted by human contact yet- it would’ve be a lot more difficult if it had. 

He lets his hands rise up again after a long moment, looking to Constantine for a reaction. He can’t quite gauge what the man is thinking. “Alrighty, that should’ve done it.”

“Uh… cheers?”

He’s about to say something along the lines of ‘no problem’ or ‘you’re welcome’, but then he remembers he should probably warn him about the aftermath so he doesn’t freak. “The pit shouldn’t come back again, but just as like, a PSA: you might see more shades than usual hovering around for the next while. It shouldn’t be too big a deal so long as you leave ‘em alone, though, so don’t worry about it.”

For all that Danny’s trying to be considerate here, Constantine doesn’t look very considerated. “Can I- uh, yeah, great advice. ‘Appreciate it. But, can I ask just, y’know, what you are? Or not.”

“…Dude, what d’you think I am?”He replies, thoroughly bemused. Isn’t this guy supposed to be one of the League’s paranormal experts or something? He really should be able to recognise a ghost by now. “I keep your Lazarus Pits in check. You know, the pits of the dead?”

Okay, maybe a little rude on his side, but he thinks Constantine’s expression is a bit of an overreaction; he can see the sheen of sweat across the man’s forehead reflecting the light of the sigils. “Fair enough! Forget I asked- cheers for sorting out that pit, though. Uh, don’t suppose you’ll just let me go on my way or anything now.”

“Well, I mean, this was a favour for Batman, right?” He asks blithely, pointedly not paying attention to the way the man’s face keeps contorting. He swears Sam said he was more stoic than this. “I’m gonna go- ‘cause I’ve got things to do- but I guess if something comes up I’ll come to you? Or Batman, since this is his city and all. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know.”

Figuring there’s nothing left to be said, Danny lets the return sigil on the edge of the circle activate and punt him back home, wheezing a half-sigh and arching his back once the wispy image of wherever they’d been recedes. He probably looks exhausted after all that- no matter how recently formed the pit was, it still takes a little strain, and he’d just been about to sleep before he got summoned- but looking in the mirror on his wall for confirmation, he doesn’t find his usual face. Something twinges against where his spine should be, confirming its own previously unnoticed presence in the mortal plane. 

…He didn’t go ghost when Constantine summoned him, he used his true form. That must be why he looked so nervous that whole time! And, man, ghostspeak never translates over quite right in this form, either- the Ancients use a different dialect to original ghostspeak- the man probably wasn’t hearing what Danny thought he was at all. What if the only reason he wasn’t attacking was because he was terrified? What must Constantine have thought of him? 

Crap. He has to fix this. How is he going to find him?

#Peppered in some of my own worldbuilding about ectoplasm/the pits in DC there but Still- #I just thought it'd be Really Funny if Danny had absolutely no clue what he was saying was coming across so terrifying #Like- sure he Can say that kind of ominous stuff on his own- but I think it'd be really great #If no one knew when it was a translation error or if he meant it #If there's any mistakes in the please be kind I forget how to read when I'm editing- #Chapter 3's already done so I should be posting that either tomorrow or the day after!! #It'll pretty much be the conclusion to this whole thing but I've been talking to Bones and she's got So Many cool ideas #That I really want to make a part 4 for because they're really fun!!! #Either way this has been really nice to do!!! #dp au #danny phantom au #dp fic #danny phantom fanfiction #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #Bongo's Aus!!! #Bongo's Writing!!! #peacock au